nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

Is My Future A Cabbage ?
Summer in collage was driving a cab Tuesday was spent in an afternoon bake Steel, rubber, and a smell like a stab Acres of asphalt, no money to make
By Gord MacDonald5 years ago in Poets
Blades of Grass
Ode to Nature As the rain falls, I give praise for it provides healing for rebirth and growth We are like blades of grass, growing abundantly. Kin to the trees that walked out of the forest. We are sentient electrical plant matter in the middle of a cosmic love story. As we grow they grow, the difference is they don't obscure their reality by talking about it.
By RahZhi Phi (Kurt)5 years ago in Poets
I See The Moon
I SEE THE MOON I see the moon And the moon sees me. On a dark, dark night, As dark as it could be. She is glowing snow-white,
By Muhammad Saad Shabbir5 years ago in Poets
Queen Bee
The endeavours of a multitude of men have been substandard, Reports the May Queen, disabused Farcical attempts to recreate an unobtainable ideal
By Laureline Landry5 years ago in Poets
The man from Snowy River
The Man from Snowy River by There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away,
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
Summer's fun
The sun rises above me, it inspires me to write. Sea and stones become a memory of your smile, I will never forget you, our love is always the light
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Poets
Tain's summit ,even Clancy took a pull
tain's summit, even Clancy took a pull - It well might make the boldest hold their breath; The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Yellow Lab outside the Coffee Shop
Yellow Lab Outside the Coffee Shop The yellow lab outside the coffee shop today cannot sit still; but instead radiates the ever-expectant energy
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Composed Upon westminster bridge
Composed Upon Westminster Br Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring
'T is Spring, my love, 'tis Spring, And the birds begin to sing: If 'twas Winter, left alone with you, Your bonny form and face
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Cloudless Skies:
Should I compare fig trees to a summer day? A two seater bike, hidden in grass chain guard off, driveway downward latitude:
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
Masterpiece My heart crush down into pieces Like sun slashes the rainy clouds My smiles cracking down into tears Like nights steal days by surprise
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets